Panda Bear
In waltzed Johnny,
like a splash of lemon meringue.
A bronzed, attractive,
slightly nervous young man.
Kind of catch me if you can
with a teddy in his hand.
Just like a Daddy Long Legs,
he settled on a stool.
A glass of wine, a little food,
not wishing to be rude,
he introduced me to his friend.
"This is Panda bear", he said.
I took to Panda immediately,
shook his paw and then,
I spoke at length to Johnny,
we were instant friends.
His Panda bear goes with him
like a prop upon the stage
and it helps him talk to strangers,
it helps him to engage.
I know exactly how he feels
for I'm a needy soul
and secretly I wish I had
a Panda of my very own.
poem by Ruth Walters
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